[And once again, we find ourselves in the nondescript Autobot quarters. It's evening, and it's cold. The temperature has, unfortunately, not dissuaded a certain leggy 'Bot from investigating what appears to be a spontaneously appearing balcony. He has a blanket draped around him, and is staring up at a spray of ... shooting stars. Beautiful! ( Read more... )

[ Maybe this is a bar, or maybe this is a certain apartment, but either way, someone's been drinking. Someone's been drinking a lot, since there's a jet trying to build towers out of empty engergon cubes. He can get about four or five in a stack before he knocks it over. ]

Wassis. S'not... s'not level. Floor's all slanted. I can't even... build. ( Read more... )

[ So this is a library.

Shush, we totally have a library now.

And in this library is a couch. And on this couch there is a Jazz. He had been reading something, but it appears he's dozed off. Very possibly because he had a long night the night before, for reasons that are likely best left to the imagination ( Read more... )

[ So maybe this is a ship. Or maybe it's a port town. Or maybe it's something else altogether. It's your call really. Wherever you find yourself, there is a little green guy. With a sword ( Read more... )

[THIS. IS. ITALY.

Florence, Italy, to be exact. And precision is important. It's a beautiful, scorching hot evening, with the humidity falling slowly down from near-breathable levels. Vespas race down narrow streets, while pedestrians and tourists scramble madly out of the way, shrieking in all manner of Italian and the strange pidgin ( Read more... )

[ AND LO once again we find ourselves in the nondescript living quarters of our intrepid Autobots- though it's human-sized this time.

Jazz can be found in the living room-type area trying to... well, trying to master this.

So far, he's not doing very good. But he's learning! ]

[ There is a chair. And there is a guy sitting in this chair. He looks a little like a Renaissance festival reject, and he also looks really, really bored.

And so he reaches into a pouch at his belt and takes out a coin. He flips it a few times, tosses it around, and then he cocks his head and the coin shoots through the ceiling. ]... Huh. They ( Read more... )

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( MUSE LIST: noun; a list of muses )